Call out now, since you need help
Is there anyone who will answer you?
To which of the holy ones will you turn?
For wrath kills a foolish man too!
Envy slays a simple man.
I have seen the foolish take root,
But suddenly I cursed his dwelling place
And his children are looked on as loot!
They are far from safety and are crushed by the gate.
There is none that can deliver them, they are forlorn,
Their harvest the hungry eateth up.
Even that which groweth among thorns!
And the robbers swalloweth up what is left!
Although affliction cometh not forth from the dust
Neither doth trouble spring out of the ground,
Yet man is born unto trouble
As the sparks that fly upward abound.
But as for me, I would appeal to God,
And unto Him, I would commit my cause.
He does many great and wonderful things,
And He does them without any flaws!!
He giveth rain upon the earth.
He sends waters on the fields.
He set on high those who are lowly
And those who mourn are made to heal.
He frustrates the devices of the crafty
So that their hands cannot carry out their plans.
He catches the wise in their own craftiness
And the counsel of the cunning comes quickly upon them.
They meet with darkness in the daytime
They grope in the noontime as in the night.
He saveth the needy from the sword, from their mouth
And from the hand of those with great might,
So the poor have hope and iniquity’s mouth is stopped!
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth
Despise not the chastening of the Lord from above
He maketh sore but He binds the wounded
And His hands make whole with His love.
He shall deliver thee in six troubles,
Yea, in seven, no evil shall afford.
In famine He shall redeem you from death,
And in war, from the power of the sword.
Thou shalt be hid from the scourge of the tongue,
Be not afraid of destruction when it wields
Thou shalt laugh at destruction and famine
And your friend shall be the beast of the field.
You shall know that your tent is in peace
You shall visit your home and find mirth
You shall know your descendants will be many
And your children as the grass of the earth.
You shall come to the grave at full age,
Like a shock of corn comes in its season.
We have searched it out and know it is true;
For thy good is the primary reason!
So Eliphaz will now take a break,
And Job will answer the call.
So you folks should just be patient,
And we’ll get back to “you all!”